Page 117 of Merry Christmas, You Filthy Animal
“I just want you to know that I trust you, that I’m grateful for you.”
“I really appreciate that, Betty. Probably more than you know.”
She smiles softly. “It’s the truth. And also, thank you for tonight. For coming to get me, housing me, keeping me warm. For everything.”
“You’re welcome,” I answer softly while her finger circles my stomach, creating a type of heat deep inside me that will keep me warm all night. “Thank you for giving me a chance.”
“Hard not to.” She shivers, which concerns me.
“Here, let’s get you under the blanket.” I start to adjust the blankets, but she stops me as she worries her lip. “What?” I ask.
“Um, I was kind of wondering, and please feel free to say no, but maybe, to keep me warmer and maybe you warmer, that possibly you would consider, only if you want to... if you could maybe sleep with your shirt off?”
Fuck, how cute is she, asking all shy like that? Sleep with my shirt off so her hand is constantly on my skin all night? As if she has to ask fucking twice.
“Is that what you want?” I ask, and she responds with a timid nod. I’ll make this easy on her. “Then yeah, I can.” I sit up, and she moves to the side as I reach behind my head and pull my shirt off. I toss it to the side and then lie back down.
I watch as her eyes take me in. Talk about a fucking ego boost.
“You won’t be too cold?”
Too cold? My body is a fucking inferno right now, especially with the way she just wet her lips while checking out my chest.
“Nah, I was probably going to get too hot with it on.”
“Okay. Um, well, thank you.”
And then she lies back down, resting her head on my shoulder and snuggling in close, her hand back on my chest, and that’s about it...
Not that I was looking for more.
This is perfect.
This is all I need tonight.
Nothing else.
Chapter Twenty
Betty
Narrator: That’s all he needs tonight?
Who is he kidding?
I think we all know where he thought that request was going. He was probably thinking an innocent request to take his shirt off could lead to so much more, especially after those finger swivels on his abdomen. Surprised he didn’t go hard just from her slight breath on his chest.
I don’t think he’s content with just holding her.
I bet he would at least want a kiss.
Then again, it’s Max. He tends to live in a land of delusion.
Oh God.
Oh God.
Oh God.
